"Yoli. Yoli, come on, wake up. Say something to me."

Lizetta's hands were trembling, her voice shattered. She couldn't bring herself to touch Yolanda, fearing she might shatter her into pieces.

How could there be so much blood? Such a torrent flowing from beneath Yoli's head.

"Somebody help! Please, someone save her."

Her vision blurred, everything around her seemed to dissolve into ghostly shadows, a vast emptiness swirling before her eyes.

Only the glaring red beneath Yolanda stood out, so vivid, so scarlet.

It was all her fault. She knew it was reckless, yet she insisted on throwing this damned wedding, and now Yolanda was paying the price because of her.

"Liz."

what had happened as he caught

a haunting red, clenched his

he'd ever felt, but one thing was crystal

happen to Yolanda, he and Lizetta

knee, swiftly tearing a piece of fabric

same time, he barked orders at the flustered hotel

staff in the hotel, and as the manager snapped back to reality,

are on their way, and

her empty gaze filled with intense loathing and coldness, sharp and piercing, as if a million

always gentle and meek, avoiding conflict, never taking initiative to stir up trouble, her anger

never seen her look at anyone with such

him that way, as if

in a voice foreign and hoarse, "Don't touch her with your filthy

while Lizetta looked around desperately for someone to help, "Hogan!

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